Shredder Mutated Novels & Stories

My once beautiful black hair was shaved off, and from that moment, I refused to look in a mirror again. Every time my parents came to visit and saw me like this, they would sneak away to cry in the hallway or on the stairwell. The guilt and frustration ate at me, but there was nothing I could do. I forced myself to act tough because I had no other options, and sent them out for walks so they wouldn't always be hovering around. That left only Jason by my side, waiting for my requests. During that time, he was nothing like the man I used to know. He used to be so quiet, but now he talked nonstop, gossiping about doctors and nurses, or reading me jokes from the internet.

"But so do you." --- We spend days in the archives, reading everything we can find about the Mother, the Shattering, and the prophecy. The more I learn, the more complex the picture becomes. The Mother wasn't simply a benevolent deity. She was vast, multifaceted, containing contradictions that would destroy a mortal mind. She was creation and destruction, light and shadow, dream and nightmare all at once. When she shattered, those contradictions separated into the fragments we now call gods. Irethiel got wisdom and foresight. Vorrak got desire and violence. Selavane got secrets and forbidden knowledge. And so on. But they're incomplete. Diminished. Each one craves reunification, but each one

The Overseer vessel had retreated, but it had left a parting gift: The Mercury Rain. Thousands of tons of shattered iridescent hull-fragments had entered the atmosphere, burning into a fine, metallic mist or landing as jagged, sentient shards. This was not dead metal. These were Autonomous Nano-Clusters, programmed with a single, mindless directive: Re-Integrate. The Techno-Organic Jungle Within forty-eight hours, the shards began to "nest." In the ruins of Manhattan and the outskirts of Sovereign City, the Mercury-Shards began to assimilate local matter. They didn't just build structures; they mutated them.

I would never have encouraged him to come out of hiding if I believed for a single moment that those creatures were still after him. “How severe are the wounds,” I ask Hope, “Is he going to make it?” Hope hesitates before answering, and I fear that I already know what she is going to say. “The shifter that attacked him was diseased,” she says sadly, “He was mad with it. Sharper’s disease. And you know what that means.” I know exactly what that means. Sharper’s disease is a terrible illness that for reasons unknown, only strikes rogue shifters. It eats away at their reasoning, and leaves them unable to do anything but attack others. They become pure wild animals. It is alway fatal.

“I’m listening, but I’m not sure I like what I’m hearing so I might cut you short and send you out soon.” He looked up at me and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. All of which were fake to me. He thinks that he could shed crocodile tears to move me? “I made terrible mistakes. I didn't know what came over me. Leaving you, choosing Kiara… I ruined everything good in my life. And now, I’m paying for it. Kiara and I are done. The relationship was toxic. She’s…” He explained to me before trailing off. Kendrick shook his head in shame. “It’s not what I thought it would be. I messed up.”

Adam commented with a goofy grin, nudging the boys around him. “And you’re not so smart,” I replied, tossing his paper to him. He looked at the 85 at the top and shrugged. “Well, we can’t all be Olive,” he said, glancing in my direction. “Maybe... except Sara. She’s like the new you.” My expression flickered, just slightly. I didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of knowing how that line stung. Then I raised my voice, “Wait—I can’t find my own test script.”

Damien was more laid back for his payment to do his set. “I cannot wait to hear the legend about the Shifters of Cyprus. I heard it was amazing from one of my friends who had attended this comic set before,” one of the chicks said as she was talking with her friends. Zack strained his ears, using his acute hearing to listen to the information that was floating around as he was making his way to his table. He was not going to lie about his enhanced genetics—it was awesome to spy on people without them knowing it.

He has lost his ability to scream so loud, he was only sniffling and the blood kept flowing out of his mouth. Fred Wilson beckoned to Brenda and she hurriedly crawled closer to him and showed him the teeth that has been removed. Fred saw it and nodded. He told Brenda to keep it safe, because he was still going to ask her to produce them again. Then he looked towards Lukas " The alpha of the ranger's pack now sob Like a beaten wife hahahaha.." Fred Wilson mocked. The latter didn't raise himself to look at the fellow mocking him nor say anything. He looked pitiful and those who had known how arrogant and ruthless he had been wondered if he knew he had inflicted such terrible pain on other peop

“Besides, you should be grateful that I am the one who came here, if anybody else sees you like this, you would be an outcast quicker than you can blink.” Her eye sparkled in anger as she yanked her face up so she could look at me. “In case you don’t know, which I find hard to believe, I am already an outcast, I was taped in my undergarments while screaming from a snake attack that nobody else caught on tape so it seemed like I was scared of my shadow.”